#and the annoying thing is such beverages actually do exist

[elainemorisi]

either we need another word, or we need to accept as a society that if it has the sugar content of a can of soda and flavor to match, it's not a "mocktail"

[mysillytdsideblog]

My headcanons for mike & co

Vito

Co-host w/ Mike from ages 14-16

Mentally 18-19 ish

System big brother

Handles a lot of the family issues

The one who steps up fr

Sexual Protector Alter

Trauma Holder, but doesnt have a full picture of their trauma

Sexualizes self for attention

Just a cool guy if u get to know him

Wishes he was more built irl lol

He was the one dating their first girlfriend

She didnt know about their DID, both Mike and Vito would rather keep that private

Wants a normal life

Also held down their first job (semi-canon)

He gives a shit but can be emotionally reserved

He doesn’t hate Mal, he just finds him frustrating

A bit of a troublemaker but not out of wanting bad for the system, it’s just the way he is

Creeped out by Mal, thats why he doesn’t like him

Secretly holds grudges but doesn’t tell them unless he’s picking a fight

Kinda a pothead

Chester

Mentally 60s-70s

No specific trauma memories, but he was split from trauma

Has never been the host but he switches in quite often

One of the first alters to have been discovered by their psych

At first the psych thought they were faking just cause of how theatrical Chester was, and how much it annoyed Mal

The psych thought they were faking to get out of juvie

Not to help, Mal said it was a “voice in his head” and would talk to him out loud, not caring who heard

He’s not an introject, but they don’t know why he’s old

He just is who he is

They don’t know why he has a scar over his eye, they presume there’s a trauma reason for it but nobody has any memory of something bad happening to their eye

He feels like he’s a grandfather to Mike, but the feeling’s not reciprocated

Not yet at least

Mike learns to love him

He gets annoyed by Chester still but he finds him more endearing

He likes his hot beverages and pastries

And yelling at the tv

He finds commenting on everything so entertaining

He’s co-con 80% of the time

He finds fronting to be physically exhausting, like it makes him physically feel his age

Has chronic pain in his hips and joints, his psych says it’s phantom pain

He loves his psych, he could go on for hours

He loves little kitty cats! There has never been a cat he couldn’t pet

He wishes he was more welcome when visiting nursing homes, he feels lonely but they don’t like his “portrayal” of an old man

He had gotten kicked out before

Actually, he gets kicked out of places quite often

He has health anxiety and constantly thinks he’s going to fall ill and die

His doctor is so fed up

He believes so many wives tales and basically you can tell him anything and he will believe you (unless he’s in a mood, then he’s just going to shout at you)

Mal

Ambigious early childhood to age 13 host

Mentally shifts between 13 to 17

Persecutor/Protector

Mainly a physical protector, kind of the mind’s back up plan for when things get rough and he needs to protect himself or take action

Holds most of the memory of the physical abuse

Split directly for that reason

He was one of the first

Hates his parents and tries to cause problems as a revenge for all the abuse he endured

Sadistic for this reason

He knew from a very young age that nobody was coming to save him, and they never did

Telling all the trauma he knew about in a court ordered psychiatric evaluation was the main reason he got diagnosed, but he was hoping it was going to put his parents in prison

It didnt

He was originally going to be diagnosed with ASPD before they scrapped that for just a DID diagnosis, mainly because his symptoms were too mixed and inconsistent due to the other alters existing

He still agrees ASPD fits him though and after TDAS he does more specific treatments for it in therapy

They do get diagnosed with ODD though

Basically everyone but Svetlana shows symptoms for it

Mal has it the worst because he has so much pent up hatred from everyone who hurt or failed him

And he only gets the bare minimum when he takes it into his own hands, but its better than nothing

Really clashed with Zoey at first but he was the one to make her understand them more, in his own roundabout way

Actually became close friends with Zoey even if they have their conflicts

Mike

Same age as body

Kinda bigender tbh but he’s not ready for that

Thinks he should be the one to call all the shots because he thinks hes the original

Hes not, there is none

Doesn’t have a lot of childhood memories

Nobody tells him about their trauma

Besides Mal when he’s trying to prove a point

He hates Mal because Mal threatens his sense of control

He overcompensates, being a system scares him so if he’s in charge he will be able to make sure everything’s ok

Just finally coming out of denial, still half in it

He hates being a system

Rude to his alters!!!

After All Stars, he sees his psych again who scolds him

And teaches him to accept his disorder

He does better

He compromises more, he learns that his alters are people too, he adapts to his multiplicity and eventually is the key to achieving functionality between all of them

He struggles to accept Mal, because of his persecutory nature, but he learns why Mal does what he does and with a little work from them both they are able to compromise

Mal has to grow and learn too don’t get me wrong

Svetlana

Same age as body

Transbian

Doesn’t mind being a system tbh

She likes the company

Hosts for short periods but only for upcoming competitions really because its hard for her to pretend to be a singlet

She doesn’t like hiding who she is, she’s way more open about her DID than the others are

She wishes she has more girl friends to talk with but they all know her as mike or mal :(

Total sporty girl she is multi talented in soooo many sports

Gymnastics is her fav obv

Why she has an accent? Who knows? Possibly an introject or maybe shes just like that but as far back as they remember she was there

They are all confused

Has good childhood memories, trauma free

She definitely loved recess and fronted a lot during the school years

Loves making friends, shes very social and kind!!

She’s also the most understanding and gives the best advice

Very emotional and it can be quite theatrical, on par with chester

She’s the one who gets along the most with their parents

Picky eater

She likes to eat clean and hates that the other alters eat meat because she finds it soooo gross

Has her own separate drawer in their dresser for her clothes

Bird lover and has owned pet birds before

Manitoba

Introject, half indiana jones-half steve irwin

Not a fusion he was just made like that

30s-40s

The most recent split

Has a fleshed out part of the interworld including NPCs (like his wife) and spends most of his time there (semi-canon)

He doesn’t prefer to front, he just found total drama fun to compete in

Dreams of traveling the world

Really longs for his innerworld to be real

Tries to keep everyone in line

Wishes they would be less trouble

He doesn’t side with anyone, which makes Mike very angry but he can also see a side to Mal that Mike can’t

He’s the most logical and level headed one

Loves collecting things especially memorabilia from places he’s been

He knows so many animal facts and just general knowledge

It makes Mike feel stupid cause he doesn’t know all that but its in his brain, it confused him how that works still

[everytangbo]

DRAFT- Five moment they almost realized they're in love. [1/5]

(yes, I'm reusing this one, cause I made it for this moment)

As annoying as it was, it comes with a deep yearning for something beyond his reach, as he's been waiting for the day it could happen again.

And so, it was long since the details leading up to the event had faded from his memory.

That day he was beyond upset, mad even; not everyone knows that, but Chung Myung always had the bad temper of a moody teenager. He wore rage as much as his uniform. So, no, he cannot remember every trifle that has pissed him off throughout his life.

However, some yobbo said something that stirred something within him, something that shouldn't have hurt the way it did. It felt heavy, gross, like gurgling mud inside his guts.

And, after settling things up, he couldn't handle being around a bunch of meddler, so he just runned for a quiet place to rest. Of just a better place to be in.

Although it happened far from Chengdu, it was still closer than Weinan. Sulking alone in Tang Bō's room was just the most logical conclusion.

He invited himself in, as usual, and went straight to his room. Unsure how long he sat there on the frame of his window. Drinking the first beverage he found in his room; that lavish bastard

That spoiled brat. He even got into the habit of labeling apart the toxic bottles, not that he saw any risk in it, let alone anyone else taking them by themselves.

“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” Tang Bo disrupted the silence. He had the decency to look embarrassed for keeping his unexpected visitor waiting. "I felt you arrived an hour ago, I was wondering how long it would take you to vandalize my work.

Chung Myung chucked and gave a grin. "How so? you already darn good at self-sabotage"

Tang Bō rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to come. But there was an... Inconvenience... And I mean the elders." Tang Bo brushed off, closing the door behind him. Chung Myung took a jug, looking out the window with little interest . "Is something the matter?"

Chung Myung shrugged. "Eh—"

He took another jug.

Now, here's a thing Chung Myung refuses to understand: One of them was actually good at shoveling their feelings inside a locked chest, swallowing the key, and throwing it down the highest cannon. But it wasn't him.

Chung Myung thought he was good at hiding it; but no, he was good at hiding, not at hiding it.

Instead, Chung Myung failed to understand how Tang Bo could simply crack his skull open to scavenge every corner of his mind. Clung his fingers around his brain and knead it, skin him and slice him open. Tang Bo never struggled to embrace him as the ugly sack of flesh and bones he was.

What he did then, was what Chung Myung was expecting. Because Tang Bō was so emotional, he had to walk near him, do something so everly sentimental like placing a hand on his shoulder. Chung Myung saw it coming, he'll do something to cheer him up and Chung Myung will be falling for it. Like an idiot.

There it was: a hand on his shoulder, a squeeze, and smile, Bō's dimple showed on his left cheek —the way it always showed when he was looking at Chung Myung, he wondered if people were even aware of its existence—.

Bō sat in front of him. So close. Too close, Chung Myung noticed. With his knee pressing a spot inside his legs. Ah, he didn't see that coming. Chung Myung could only watched enthralled, as Bō took the bottle from his hands and leaned forward, so inviting.

Chung Myung saw nothing but his pair of pleading puppy eyes. He couldn't help but lean forward too, mirroring his movements, waiting for something to happen. If only Chung Myung could see his own eyes to see the way he looked at Bō.

Once more, Bō caught him off guard, closing the distance and pressing their foreheads together.

Chung Myung was rarely shaken by anything.

But it never crossed his mind that kind of touch was possible. That people could sit that way, that close, touch like that. It had him wonder if what they were sharing had ever been shared by anyone else. If that kind of closeness was even right. That maybe he was experiencing something that was meant to be forbidden, a new form of transgression.

Not that he cared.

It surely felt like something bound to be secret, just for the two of them. Something that no one else was allowed to witness nor know about, that couldn't —shouldn't— happen outside those walls.

It was only theirs to share.

His breath was still caught in short gasp, he didn't mind losing air if it meant that he could get to preserve that moment a little longer. So he stayed perfectly still, and left it all to him.

Then, there was a hush, a short sentence, something he wish he could remember instead of the shiver it sent down his spine. So soft, so kind, he could hear a smile in his voice.

Chung Myung mumble as well, agreeing with whatever Bō said and stayed like that. Whether it was a minute or an eternity. Until whatever he was troubled about seemed trivial, and he realized it was, so let the turmoil fade.

[password-door-lock]

Unknown has a complicated relationship with sleep. 

He's always tired, but he never wants to admit that he needs to sleep. If you try to explain to him that everybody has to sleep at some point, he’ll only get annoyed with you. Who do you think you are to tell him what he needs? The way he sees it, he’s basically a machine anyway, so shouldn’t he at least get the benefits associated with a mechanical existence? But instead, every few days, his body forces him to sleep until his nightmares wake him up. 

He tries to stave it off as long as he can with caffeine, sugar, and cold showers. Sometimes, he’ll ask you to wake him up if he falls asleep in front of his computer— he’s never pleased about it when you refuse, but he also never retaliates. He doesn’t have the energy, and besides— at least he knows that you won’t hurt him or take advantage of his vulnerable state even when he tells you to.

Eventually, though, he has to sleep. He doesn’t like the thought of leaving you alone in the intelligence room when he’s unconscious elsewhere— what if some believer comes in and you say something misguided that makes you wind up in the basement? What if the Savior comes by and decides to question you about Unknown’s inactivity? There are simply too many variables to account for. The easiest solution, of course, is to sleep when you sleep, although it goes without saying that he'll be waking up before you. In Unknown's opinion, you spend far too long just laying there and nowhere near enough time helping him with his revenge.

You try to baby him even on his good nights. You bring him the best, most filling dinners you can throw together with the ingredients in the kitchen; these are usually accompanied by hot beverages to counteract the biting cold of the intelligence room. You’re about the only person (aside from the Savior, of course) from whom he would accept a mysterious drink, but Unknown has to admit that he enjoys the sweet vanilla chamomile that you always serve him. Though his rational mind knows that he can’t afford to take long breaks from his work, his body is soothed by the tea. 

If he’s exhausted enough, Unknown might agree to lay down with his head in your lap and let you play with his hair as he falls asleep. It’s easy for him to spin this position as a power move— obviously, you’re giving him this attention because like him, right? You wouldn't do anything like this for any of those bastards in the RFA. You’re trying to show him affection, to thank him for saving you— Unknown can allow that. Besides, it feels nice, and isn't he allowed to enjoy simple pleasures like this in between finishing his work? It's basically the same thing as eating ice cream or sending cryptic texts in hacked RFA chatrooms.

He likes falling asleep to the sound of your voice. You can even lull him back to sleep after he’s woken up from a nightmare, if you play your cards right. Tell him how good he is while you pet his hair, but don’t you dare breathe a word to him about it when he wakes up in the morning (or, more likely, in the middle of the night). After the fact, he feels a lot less powerful and a lot more pathetic, especially if there was a nightmare involved. The thought of whimpering and whining at you when he wasn’t awake enough to stop himself makes Unknown feel a little sick. Secretly, he's grateful for both your care and your discretion, though you'd never get him to admit it aloud.

He doesn’t want to want any kind of comfort, but the more time he spends with you, the less frequently he refuses when you offer. You might even be able to get him to let you read to him— entertainment as a concept is entirely foreign to Unknown, so it’ll take him a while to figure out what kind of stories he likes to hear. Really, what he likes best is the sound of your voice and the fact that you actually listen when he expresses a boundary or a preference. If you ask very nicely and you’re very lucky, he’ll even let you kiss him on the forehead as he drifts off into dreamland. 

Even if he still only gets a few hours of sleep each night, at least he’s resting better than he was before you came to him.

[eyeballcommander]

@albertbutyoucancallmebert

(Previous) Bert vigorously nodded. “I understand. I get some of my things stolen all the time by them.” He also sheepishly rubbed his head. “...Sure I can be a bit clumsy and misplace a lot of things, but,” he took on an annoyed expression, “I always know they have taken something when unlucky phenomena start happening, like tripping every time I pass through a door or choking on every third sip of a beverage…” Bert then stared at the ground and clenched his fists. “And I am also sorry you had to deal with Percy being a nuisance to you again. That headache of a watchdog…” As he was staring at the ground, he caught sight of a green snout poking out from behind the corner of the central table. He took a step to the side to peer around Peepers to get a better look at Sherri Jr lurking. She perked up when she met Bert’s eye. Ah, she’d been caught eavesdropping!... Though it wasn’t really eavesdropping when Commander Peepers could be heard from anywhere in the room. More than anything, though, Sherri Jr was lurking there in preparation to attack if the Commander dared to do anything more harmful than shake and yell at her father! Despite the many times he warned her never to attack the Commander, she would have done it! But now that things seemed to have cooled down, she waddled over to Bert and sat at his feet, warily staring up at Peepers.

Peepers let out a relieved sigh and wiped imaginary sweat off his imaginary brow. “Phew! Good to know that he’s only capable of minor curses!”

He never quite understood why people apologized for things that were out of their control. Or at least, not when they weren’t playing damage control on behalf of some moron who’d drag them down with him. But Peepers couldn’t say he actually felt as sorry as Lord Hater should.

That’s why Peepers wasn’t sure how to response to Bert apologizing on behalf of their mutual enemy. What was he supposed to do anyways? So he ignored it and kept talking.

“Once I got cursed by some dying hag to be unable to shoot without it literally blowing up in my face!” He paused to snicker. “I knifed her, of course. Took some doing with an Offiziersmesser but I got it done.”

Then he crossed his arms and groaned. “Getting it dispelled was a pain and a half though... Not that it’s a problem once you find the right guy. But 95% of the so-called witches were frauds, 70% of the real ones fled, 25% of them took the opportunity to try to lay another curse before vamoosing, and the last one would only do it for a powerful ancient artifact we just finished getting.”

Once Peepers finished telling his little story he smirked. “Oh yeah: I got my bloodline cursed. Probably. Kinda hope it worked its way into the existing line because I hate that gaggle of zounderkites.”

Then he mischievously snickered. “Could you imagine wasting the rest of your life energy on a guy who never intended to have kids?”

While he was talking he noticed Sherri Jr. creeping on up and leaned to the side to get a better view around the corner. Come to think of it... It’s been a tad too long since she last visited Hater Jr, hasn’t it?

[maranull]

Doing most of these OC prompts/asks unprompted cause I have brainrot and I want to. Except for the five I answered here.

Azatuhi lore dive under the cut!

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👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

Green/purple. Green is more prominent and it stands out more from the black of her sclera. But the purple can be seen at the edges, if you get close enough.

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Depends. They can convince a stranger that elephants fly, but if she tries to lie to a friend or someone close to her, she short-circuits.

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Yep! She hasn't met any themself, but she knows they exist.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Hatred. It's much easier to fall back into her old self when she becomes truly furious, and she often fears that they might lose control.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Hmm. It's weird. Sometimes they might start weeping cause a frog managed a big jump, sometimes they stay stone faced when seeing people mourning their lost ones. It's weird, there's no specific thing or situation that gets her, more like how she's mentally at the time.

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Not really. Aza prefers to talk things out if possible.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

They smack their tongue when thinking, the sound can get annoying. When she's annoyed but doesn't want to say anything, her tail becomes like an unpredictable whip, so it's best to learn to stay away.

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

She doesn't consider her creator family. She does feel bad for her sister, but she won't cry when she dies.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

Fight.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

They are a very light sleeper and it's really hard to actually start sleeping. It helps hugging something, be it a plushie or her partner.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

A good toast does the job for them.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

She doesn't know when she was born actually. Her partner threw out the idea to make up a birthday at the day she broke free of her creator and they now celebrate that.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Honey right out of the beehive.

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

She prefers going to the tavern, but they are alright with cooking.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

Hot! They really like testing different leaves for tea. Half the time they get sick, so it's good their partner is a healer :P

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

Fav fruit is strawberry! Not a huge fan of veggies, but they like broccoli cause they think it looks nice.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

Strawberry again! She actually doesn't really like cakes, usually she just gets a slice out of politeness.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Nope.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

After being freed from their creator, they don't really have any grant goals or hopes. They just like traveling around, without any ambitions.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

She gets angry easily, but rarely lets it show. When she finally explodes, whomever pissed her off better run.

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

Nope.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Summer. They really love the touch of the sun on their skin.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

She loves it! Her favourite thing is listening to the sounds around her. She also really likes spotting wild animals.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Sort of. They wake up really early but don't leave the bed/bedroll until someone starts nudging them.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

That the Dark Urge will suddenly return and she's lose control.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

The ease and skill with which she can kill. She doesn't like it, but if need be, she can tear anything apart with her own hands.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

Harm to others.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

That she's her creator's daughter.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

She has none, and that's probably for the best.

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

They do. Most of their life, they thought they were unlucky, but after breaking free, her partner and having real friends, that belief is slowly changing.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Oh, yeah. The decision isn't easy, but if her partner, her friend or her friend's kid were in danger, she would turn the world to ash.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

There's no specific inspiration that I can think of... The first think was her curved horns :P

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

Does playing fetch with her dog count? :P She's pretty fast and agile at that.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

They can, but they don't like it. The ocean fascinates and scares them.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

They can be pretty loud when they want, but usually keep their voice down. Their voice is a bit raspy and rough.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

She does. Doesn't have a fav book but she's generally into myths and legends. Given how she's seen some legends be truth, she likes to imagine that all of them are real.

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Curiosity and loved ones in danger.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Hurting her. And lying, though it depends on the lie and the reaction of the person when they get caught/come out with it.

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

Winging it all the way babyyyy!

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

Not rich, but the lifestyle she wants is pretty cheap so she's doing just fine with busking and the occasional tavern gig.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

They mostly like practical gifts, like balm for her horns or new boots. But if someone makes her something, no matter how useless it is, they'll hold it dear forever. They decent-ish at gift giving.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Cute, as long they are not her full-time responsibility. They babysit for their friends kid, and they like the little guy, but they're content with being the cool aunt.

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

First thing is making sure that their loved one is okay. When they are stabilised/healed, hell breaks loose and whomever hurt them is not going to see the next sunrise. They don't blame themself, they take things as they come, and the past is the past. She'll do all she can do in the present and hope that's enough.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

As the cool auntie and a good friend. And if younger bards played some of her original songs, that would be pretty cool.

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

Pretty decent. It's her job after all.

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

Lyre and drums! Bit of lute and flute too, thought very basic stuff with those.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

Whatever pants she can find and a shirt. She doesn't really care about clothes outside of her job. When performing she just wears her classic bard outfit that she has painted with red tones.

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

Nope! They like doodling circles thought and sometimes they happen upon a good looking pattern by accident.

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

On time, sometimes earlier.

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

They trust easily, but their trust also breaks easily as well. They would betray acquaintances if given compelling enough reasons, but they would never betray their closest people.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

Most likely to headbutt a goat. Most likely to make dumb jokes.

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

Nothing, she's doing pretty good on her own.

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

Azatuhi lives for art. Firstly for music, as that's what she's dedicated herself to, but she also loves art as a whole. She thinks a life without some joy being taken from art is a very sad one. She respects science and all that, thought she kinda treats it like art, as in considering a chemist an artist for example. She thinks it's just a different kind of artwork.

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

Nope. If she cuts a relationship there's no going back. She's pretty stubborn at that.

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

Their lyre(s). One is their own that they had since forever, the other she was given by an enemy that became a friend.

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

They try to be. They never received a formal education though, so all they learn is through their travels and life. They can read and write perfectly fine, both words and music.

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

If the one person is someone she knows and likes, RIP to the group. Though her first instinct would be to try and derail the trolley somehow.

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

Another one of her friends is pretty adept with lighting magic, so she learned to ignore the sounds.

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

Nope!

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

They were originally a Drow, a bit overly trusting and they also didn't really mind killing people then.

��� RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Fucking run.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

They have written pieces about each of their friends.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

Their best friend was born somewhere in the stars, so they usually wonder where that place is in the vastness of the sky.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Their partner :)

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

No specific traits and no belief in love at first sight.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Spending time close to them, small touches.

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

They don't separate much, but it isn't a big deal when they do. Her jokes are less flirty when their partner isn't around, but that's it.

[mojaves]

hehehehe pick five questions u really wanna answer for alex <3

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

see the thing is he does NOT have to travel. ever. he generally just. materialises wherever he is needed at literally any point in the day. so realistically he Could do that for simple things like. running errands. thats literally all he would use it for he has nothing else to do actually. ANYWAY. the materialising at will thing takes a LOT of energy, especially if he does it very often, so while it would be kind of more convenient in the long run, he would much rather just spend hours or days driving to his destination whenever he gets the free time to do that. keeps his energy in check. makes him feel a little more Human again. yknow. getting stuck in traffic. needing to stop for gas. the little things. he needs that more often than he would ever like to admit.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

he is Undead. sort of. thats like. the best way to describe it. kind of a ghost??? but also not really. he exists in the same way we exist. but he also exists on an entirely different plane of existence. on his days 'off' from work [walking people through the journey between life and death. simplest way to describe it] he is basically. stuck. in this plane of existence. not necessarily powerless, like i said before he can de/rematerialise at will which is very useful for getting out of. sticky situations. which he finds himself in a lot bc he's insane and sometimes forgets people can actually both see And perceive him in this reality so he cant just. steal whatever he wants from a store. he can also communicate telepathically/read minds - which is very useful for getting a sense of how someone feels when theyre dead so he knows how to deal w them. even though he is the same with literally everyone he encounters anyway regardless. he's an asshole <3 and i hate him. these also drain his energy but to a lesser extent. and he can and will use these to cause problems on purpose.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

triple shot espresso. black coffee. the more likely it is to make you feel like your head is about to explode the better. he thinks it's 'delicious'. but he may also be lying to himself. i couldnt tell you one way or the other.

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

ambivert fits him best i think.... he thinks he prefers his time alone always and forever [and he DOES need to be alone sometimes] but his existence is a very lonely one and some company every now and again would do WONDERS for him. unfortunately he is very unpleasant to be around!!! he does NOT let people in he doesnt need to. they will be dead one day anyway. or theyre already dead. whats the point <333 [DUMBASS!!!!!!!!]

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

he is a Talker alright. to the point where he will NOT shut up. is he doing that to cause a distraction for more nefarious reasons??? is he doing it for his own entertainment just to annoy people???? is he doing it because he is so painfully desperate for contact and communication and connection with other people that he will go anywhere and talk to anyone to possibly have a chance at receiving it????? for even just a moment?????? who's to say!!! not me

[p1nkp0nkk]

💥, ☕️, 🙉, 🌌, 🏊, ✂️, 🚆, 🌪️ for. ask game. any oc I am. curious. I tried to only pick one interesting one from each section to limit myself but. oh my god there were so many sections. you don't need to answer all of those if you don't want to there's literally eight.

ill be. switching between ocs then to. try and provide the most interesting answers. may or.may not use different ocs for same question aswell

💥what emotions do they have trouble dealing with

dexter. cannot recognize being happy so instead it feels like adrenaline and it kinda stresses him out because for him adrenaline usually means that bones in danger. so it. scares bug really bad. (this is a self projection however i have since gotten over this)

☕cold or hot beverages, favourite drink?

i think. pink enjoys both actually but likes cold more. pink makes. a lot of coffee and tea but despite that i think she probably just like water or juice(cranberry in particular probably. just juice in general though)

dexter. likes black coffee. antrigus likes anything fruity and trigerz likes oil

🙉what is the worst thing your oc could hear from someone

im. actually not sure. pink has a really bad fear of making people anxious and stressing them out. shes overall a really anxious person so if she feels like she's done something wrong it'll. kill her internally forever. dexter has a. really bad fear of people being inlove with him. also his parents being mentioned. trixie hates being compared to people. i think ill go with pinks answer though.

🌌what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

i. honestly don't know. tbh most of my ocs come from intense daydreaming or dreams actually(antrigus is a. notable example) there's not really inspiration behind. any of them. i guess the first thing i decided about antrigus was. his backstory. when i made him he basically immediately had lore with trigerz

🏊can they swim? are they afraid of water? how well do they swim and how do they feel about swimming in the ocean

antrigus cannot swim and is. not aware of it. he can't swim because. hes a robot. hes not afraid of water, he wouldn't swim well and. he probably is barely aware the ocean exists since its not something he's been told about often

dexter cant swim, he's mildly afraid of water, he. actually swims not awfully because of his fear instincts. if you threw him in water he would panic and would figure it out for the moment and then forget. he does not like the ocean

pink can swim, shes not afraid of water but she doesn't like it, she swims. okayly. but she doesn't like doing it. she probably does not enjoy the ocean much

i cant swim. i am afraid of water. i swim awfully. i hate the ocean(im. counting myself becquse ryan is me and im ryan)

✂️what is the last straw for them to cut someone out of their life. how easily do they let go of people

pink doesn't tend to cut people off. she doesn't let go of people easily whatsoever(she will. cry for like 6 months atleast.) shes a massive doormat. you could use the shit out of her and its. pretty rare she'll do anything about it. i guess there's not exactly a final straw, just at some point she gets tired of it and explodes at you and then feels guilty and cuts you off and thats it

antrigus. cuts people off over everything. if you're not extremely similar to him he'll probably find you annoying and put you on his dnfi list. he doesn't care about basically anyone so he lets people go very easily

🚆 what is their answer to the trolley problem?

trick question. pink kills herself instea

pink. stresses really hard and probably accidentally hits the 5 people. however if shes thinking rationally she'll only kill one of them. she might really fuck up and kills all of them on accident instead(/j. mostly.)

dexter. hits the 5 people because he hates everyone. he probably actually finds a way to hit all of them. however if ill stop being an edgelord for a second; he might hit the five people instead because atleast they won't be alone when they die. i feel like that could also go for pink actually.

🌪️ whats the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

pink has. changed a ton. however im gonna use trigerz for this example. originally, trigerz was basically just antrigus. he was annoying he was loud he was a total asshole and he was full of himself. however, at some point i. changed him because i had antrigus for that now and i thought lore wise this would be better. trigerz is more self reserved, hes definitely still full of himself but a lot less and he knows he has his flaws now. hes loud once you get to know him and he's passive aggressive only if you're mean to him. i think the biggest chance ive ever made was. his personality. yeah.

incase you're wondering; pink has changed because. i made her her own character. originally she was literally just me

i. wanted to use seraphim and asmodeus for these atleast once but i couldn't fit them in anywhere so. feel free to ask again and ill see if i can do that(i also wanted to fit blink in somewhere)(did not work)(i think it just doesn't work because none of these are as developed as my main ocs lol)

[respondedinkind]

I know what I want and I do what it takes to get it.

That's some confidence speaking there, definitely so, and if Khan weren't as enticed by Tony's existence - by who he is, his behavior, the way he speaks and uses his charm on him as if he's some sort of magician, really - he would probably roll his eyes at those blunt words.

He's also quite sexy, to top it all off.

But no, what happens instead is that a warm shiver rolls along Khan's spine; It's not one of those he's been suffering from because of that fever that's raging inside his frame, but very much different in nature - sweet, almost, that taste lingering at the back of his tongue for few seconds. It only causes his interest to grow, sparks to appear behind his sternum, and Khan hums out a low noise as he tilts his head, sipping that warm beverage Tony had prepared for him earlier.

Oh, and yes, his bright blue gaze continues to rest upon that man, taking in the sight of him making himself a home in Khan's kitchen - no hesitation there, just determination, it seems, as he rummages through drawers and cupboards, getting himself situated.

To catch Tony a little off-guard then, just when he finally notices that Khan has returned to the kitchen instead of getting comfortable on the couch, feels a bit like a reward - and Khan cannot stop himself from smirking at that stutter he's met with, the slightly sheepish expression of a cocky guy who seems to be unsure how to handle another one's own bluntness.

One more sip of what could be poison, another hum, and that smirk that widens on full lips just mere seconds after.

"---Oh, you have no idea how interesting it actually is." And Khan is not even lying, not at all: To watch this guy do his thing, prepare everything he requires to make his chicken noodle soup, is very much fascinating indeed. Sure, some people would probably feel a bit annoyed about having a stranger touch all of their belongings as if privacy isn't really a concept of life - Khan, however...

Well. His customer is special, and has managed to catch his attention. So here he is, allowing Tony to receive it, and Khan isn't subtle about it in return.

"Go on, don't be shy. I'm very much curious about the preparation of what seems to be a spectacular chicken noodle soup.", he adds after a moment, the tone of his voice as cheeky as it can be, given the fact that he is still sick. To make sure he won't forget about it, his body actually makes him sneeze again, three fucking times; Khan manages to turn his head to the side and hold his elbow in front of his nose, eyes squeezed shut during the torture he goes through.

“I   know   what   I   want   and   I   do   what   it   takes   to   get   it.”   The   look   he   gives   Khan   at   such   a   confession   is   very   pointed,   conveying   the   desire   and   the   intention   Tony   had   when   it   came   to   him.   He   doesn’t   miss   the   way   the   other’s   gaze   seems   to   be   devouring   the   sight   of   him,   even   in   the   feverish   state,   and   he’s   fighting   the   urge   to   slowly   spin   in   his   place,   present   himself,   as   it   were.   Never   mind,   Tony   will   have   plenty   of   chances   to   do   so   later   on,   he’s   certain   of   it.   

Satisfied   that   the   barista   was   doing   as   instructed,   Tony   proceeds   to   once   again   rummage   cabinets   and   cupboards   until   he   tracks   down   everything   that   he   needs   —   knife,   cutting   board,   various   bowls,   a   whole   rack   of   spices   and   mainly   the   largest   pot   he   could   find;   setting   up   a   neat   station   for   himself   to   work   in.   

And   he’s   so   preoccupied,   even   humming   a   happy   melody   to   himself,   that   he   has   completely   tuned   out   any   background   noise   or   movement   happening   until   he’s   picking   his   eyes   up   and   is   met   with   Khan’s   smug   look.   It   makes   him   jump   in   his   skin,   of   course   it   does,   because   he   has   not   expected   that   the   other   would   care   enough   to   observe   him   while   suffering   through   a   fever.   “I,   uh. . .”   Shit,   he   actually   managed   to   throw   Tony   off   his   balance   with   this.   “You’re   supposed   to   be   resting,   not   watching   me.”   It’s   a   lame   retort,   and   the   engineer   would   wince   if   he   didn’t   have   Khan’s   unwavering   attention   at   that   moment.   

It’s   a   bit   unnerving,   when   someone   retorts   to   his   blatant   flirtations   with   bluntness   of   their   own.   And   while   Khan’s   wording   was   subtle,   the   look   given   was   anything   but.   Tony   can   actually   feel   his   cheeks   heating   up,   and   the   smile   that   starts   playing   on   his   lip   this   time   around   is   not   entirely   confident,   but   rather   softer   at   the   corners.   “Me   making   chicken   noodle   soup   is   not   the   most   interesting   thing   to   observe,   anyways.”  

[the-travelling-witch]

oh this looks so fun holly!!! i would like to participate in rolling the dice please~

2 | genshin impact, zhongli (honestly are you even surprised lmao) | no genre, go crazy ;)

thank you and also congrats on 1k!! here's to many more bc you totally deserve it for all your amazing writing ✨💖🥂🍾💐

thank you so much dear!! ♡

i´m not surprised but still very much elated because i like writing zhongli i should do it more often; after all, i do quite enjoy the manner in which he chooses converse aka i like that he talks in fancy jsjshs

anyway, i hope you have as much fun reading as i had writing; without furtherado, let´s get the ball, or in this case the dice, rolling with...

IN VINO VERITAS

trope: drunken confession [space nr. 2]

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

genre: crack, fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption

second constellation event masterlist

You overestimated your alcohol tolerance. Or underestimated Zhongli´s. Or both. Probably both.

Much to your delight, the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor had asked you to accompany him to dinner this evening at ‘Third-Round-Knockout’. Seeing as you had been harbouring feelings for the man for quite some time now, you had been quick to agree.

You were well aware of the restaurant´s rather strong drinks, yet, as you listened to Zhongli´s melodic voice describing scenes from a time long past, your attention lay not with your glass but with the charming geo user right in front of you. Somewhere far back in your mind, a tiny voice wondered how he could know all of these ancient stories in such great detail but the more often your hand moved towards your beverage, the quieter it got.

And that was how you found yourself basically glued to his lips as your cheeks radiated a tingly warmth that slowly spread all throughout your body. Under normal circumstances, you´d stare much less obviously and would at least try to follow his explanations but right now you couldn´t really care.

“(Y/n)?” At the call of your name you merely hummed in reply. “(Y/n), I cannot help but observe a distinctive lack of attentiveness in you tonight. I wonder whether this is due to the lateness of the hour or whether there is something weighing heavy on your mind?”

“Or perhaps,” he studied your glass and then your complexion, bringing a gloved hand up to cup your cheek, “tonight´s beverages are affecting you more than they do affect me. My apologies, I should have been more considerate towards your tolerance when choosing. Please do believe me, it was not my intention to leave you inebriated by the time we part ways, it's just that I usually find myself in the company of those who can never seem to drink enough.”

“No, no, I´m fine! That´s not it!” Zhongli slightly cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow as you hurriedly waved your hands in front of you. “It´s really not the alcohol! It´s actually your fault!”

“Oh?” It was impressive how quickly you went from moving a mile a minute to being completely frozen in place. When Zhongli, however, seemed more amused than offended, you remembered how to breathe again. “Would you please care to enlighten me as to how it is my fault you´re so distracted?”

“It´s because of your stupidly distracting face of course! I mean seriously, how is it fair for someone to be this handsome? Like hello?? Normal people exist, you know,” you grumbled, your head supported by your hand now. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you continued with a dismissive wave of your hand. “You´re always so nice and gentlemanly, too. Like, you´re beautiful and well-mannered and also, like, really smart and that's just not fair. And then every time you talk to me, my heart does that stupid fluttery thing and it´s just ugh– Like, you´re you and I ´m me and I just really don´t know how to tell you that I like you more than a friend.”

For a moment, both of you just stared at each other, Zhongli with his brows drawn in surprise and you with a slightly annoyed pout. Then, realisation struck.

“Oh my archons! It´s– I didn´t–” After not being able to come up with any kind of sentence whatsoever, you buried your face in your hands, the embarrassment heating you up more than any kind of liquor ever could. “Oh Rex Lapis, please let the ground swallow me whole.”

“There will be no need for that.” Zhongli´s deep chuckle made you peek out from between your fingers and seconds later any sort of shield was taken from you as firm hands gently grasped your wrists and pulled your hands down between you two. You almost missed how his thumbs drew deliberately slow circles onto the palms of your hands as you lost yourself in intense pools of molten gold and amber. “I must say, even in a situation such as this, you´re so very precious.”

“Huh?” was a rather intelligent remark on your end.

“You mentioned previously your heart does, may I directly quote you, ‘that stupid fluttery thing’ whenever you talk to me. And although I might have expressed myself a little differently were I in your shoes, I can assure you the sentiment is the very same.” Gifting you a rare smile as he watched your mouth part in an awed ‘o’ shape, he continued. “Without wanting to sound too forward, I would like to invite you to spend the night at my humble residence, mainly because I wish to see you taken care of properly. But I also cannot deny wanting to keep you close now that our feelings lay bare before one another. What say you?”

“That sounds very nice,” you yawned. 

“Then so shall it be.” Draping his long coat over your shoulders, Zhongli held out his hand for you to take as you left the restaurant and began your walk through the tranquillity of Liyue Harbor´s night. “By tomorrow I´d like you to repeat yourself again. I must be sure it is you and not the drink talking. You´ll do that for me, right, dearest?”

You hummed and nodded as you drew the shoulders of his coat more snugly against you, practically melting into the cosy fabric. The man next to you couldn´t help but chuckle at your actions.

“Perhaps,” he mused, “you could also take that chance to tell me more about my… what was it? Ah yes, my ‘stupidly distracting face’, to make use of your phrasing.”

“Only if you promise to stop teasing me about this.”

“Ah, you see, a promise is not unlike a contract. One should not give one´s word when one is not certain to also keep it.”

“Zhongli!”

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[blublublujk]

it was destiny (2)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 3.8k

summary: dilfy jungkook and milfy reader’s first meeting

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. sope (nothing explicit)

warnings: 18+, swearing, alcohol, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, praising, fingering, head (m. to fem.), protected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum shot)

—> m.list

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“Do we keep the tab open?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Your drink.” The bartender slides another fruity beverage your direction. “Enjoy.”

The spiked drink burns your throat for a few seconds before it simmers. 

Work typically was slow. Not today though. Today there was paperwork on top of paperwork. Boring, long, and overwhelming paperwork. One hour lunch had been cut short, nothing suiting your liking. Hoseok, the coworker whom you shared a cubicle with, normally kept you entertained throughout the long dreadful weeks, but even he didn’t catch a break today. Everything about today sucked. When days were this difficult, the bar near work became home.

“This alcohol sucks.” Hoseok drags his feet against the railing, slightly puckering his lips, annoyed. 

You barely nod, dropping your head. “Does the job though,’ pursing your lips you mumble softly, shameful, ‘plus we get a discount here.”

“Mm, that we do.” Hoseok shrugs, bringing the glass to his lips. His lips pop savoring the taste, rubbing your shoulder gently. “Well, I should go. I have a long day tomorrow. My boyfriend wants me to go on some sort of fishing trip with him and some friends.” 

Hoseok shivers before he continues, “sounds like a nightmare but I owe him this much. You should head home soon though. Jia must be waiting. Should I call you an uber?”

You shake your head. “Jia’s at Namjoon’s, it’s fine. I’ll finish this drink and go. You go home to your loving boyfriend, I’m sure he already has your side of the bed ready.” Hoseok smiles, Yoongi always did so much for Hoseok and him for Yoongi. They loved and cared for each other dearly. It was the only thing keeping the hope inside you alive, maybe love still existed. 

“Well, take care, Y/N. Don’t stay up too late.” Hoseok advises, turning his attention to the bartender. “You can set it all on my tab. Thank you.”

You couldn’t even reach Hoseok, he slipped out of sight before you could even stop and thank him. He was always nice enough to pay for your drinks. On days you would get lucky or he was feeling nice, he would let you pay for his. It’s why you kept him close. He was genuinely a great friend, always keeping your head up. He was one of the few friends you entrusted Jia with. Everyone loved Hoseok and was a part of your family, at this point. 

“Can I get you anything else?” The bartender offers politely.

“No, this will do. Thank you.” He turns back to his duties with a smile on his face.

The bar was always filled with people you assumed were staying at the hotel. Most people still carried their personal belongings, their cravings beating the need to settle in their rooms. Different faces living different lives. Sometimes, your brain would distract itself by coming up with all sorts of stories attached to random faces as they walked past. It was a fun little hobby.

That is when he came in. 

A man dressed so casually, a plain black button down, stylish jeans, expensive black slip-ons. His hair was a ruffled mess, covering his eyes. He had on a black mask shielding the bottom half of his face. Everything was dark. 

He made his way to the back of the bar, settling in a booth. He is waiting for someone, you think. Phone was in his hand but it didn’t seem like he was doing much. 

Your eyes focus back on the drink in your hands, downing the remaining of it when a sudden ring comes from your phone. 

You're quick to answer, pressing it against your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” It was the same voice that you avoided during work, your awful boss.

“Mr. Han, how may I help you?” There wasn’t a single bone in your body willing to actually help.

“I need a favor.” Your face dropped into the counter where your arms rested. Mr. Han always needed a favor and more. 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Han?” The words barely make it out. 

“I’ll need you to be at my office early tomorrow,’ things shuffle in the background, your head starts to ache, ‘look, I know it’s your day off but work never rests. If we don’t get these reports done quickly, we’ll be backed up until next year. I can’t afford that. I expect you here at 7 a.m. Does that work for you?” He asks, as if he even cares to hear your response. 

No, it didn’t work for you. “Actually, Mr. Han I—,’ he cuts you off, ‘great! I’ll see you tomorrow. Rest well. Goodnight.”

The call cuts off, letting out a frustrating groan. 

Yeah, today fucking sucked.

“Are you okay?” A voice worries.

You look up to find it. 

It was the same man that had come in minutes ago. The random, whose company never came. The mask wasn’t on his face anymore, noticing a cute mole below his lower lip. His eyes were sharp, focusing his attention, nobody even seemed to be in the room after that. He was stunning. 

“Yeah.” You answer short.

“Rough day at work?” He asks, propping a seat near yours.

Caught by surprise, you only nod. 

“Can I offer you another drink?” His voice is gentle, at the same time it’s strong, manly even.

Shaking your head, you set the glass down. “I’ve had enough for tonight.”

He nods, his lips form an understanding smile.

“Uh, I should go,’ rising from your seat you take one last good look at him, ‘thanks. For the offer, I mean. Take care.”

“No problem.” The stranger waves, still a polite smile on his face as you walk away. 

Without much notice, you mirror his smile. 

—

Days pass and you are back in the same seat, in the same bar, with the same drink. Some habits never change for you, but you prefer things this way. Change was never easy as you had learned the hard way. Namjoon begged to have Jia for an opening–night to a movie they anticipated. This time Hoseok didn’t have time to follow. He was left stuck at work and if you didn’t feel like destroying the entire facility, you would have stayed and helped but your brain could never possibly allow you. 

“No, he would never understand me.’ You can’t help but to hear the conversations around you. ‘He’s a fucking idiot. You deserve so much better than him.”

“I do, don’t I? I’m hot, I’m fun, and I’m way better than any other girl he’s ever been with.” The girl rambles on, you are intrigued to say the least. 

“Exactly. Fuck him.” Some silence carries and then she replies, “Oh, I did.” And laughter follows.

“Drain him of his money. It’s the least you deserve for putting up with his lame excuses.” The girls high five each other, the scene forming a small smile on your face.

“Back again?”

The chair beside you now filled, startling you a bit until you laid eyes on the suspect. “It’s you.” 

The stranger smiles with all his teeth. “It is.” His voice is still polite, friendly, gesturing at the glass in your hands. “Another bad day at work?”

“No actually. Not too bad today.’ You think for a minute, gripping the glass a bit harder. ‘I just felt like getting fucked up.” 

He laughs at your honesty, appreciating every bit of it. “That’s two of us now.”

Pursing your lips, you can’t help but to pry. “Are you staying at this hotel?”

The man thinks for a second. “I hold a sort of permanent residence here.”

“At this hotel?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Not expecting that, you're left in silence. But a part of you, curiously imagined why he would hold a residence here. He had to have money, that’s for sure. Not anyone could afford expenses like these.  

The man reaches for a sip of whatever he was drinking, hard liquor must have been his choice of the night. “Are you staying here?” His curiosity spilling.

You shake your head. “No. Never.” 

“Would you like another drink?” He points at your now empty glass, your brain yelled no, but the situation between your legs said otherwise. 

A smile set on your face. “Sure.”

A couple drinks later, the man innocently starts unbuttoning his shirt, leaving the first three buttons torn open. The man is undeniably attractive. A hook-up at this bar came easy. People most likely already had rooms so it was just that easy. In desperate times, you had your fair share of them. The alcohol definitely helped to loosen you both up, conversations were easy and it consisted mostly of rumors that ran throughout the hotel.

“It’s funny, I had never seen you here before until a few days ago.” You muse. 

The man raises his brow. “I could say the same about you.” 

“Yeah, maybe it was destined.” Your voice was dry with little to no belief behind your statement. You didn’t even believe in such a thing but the theories were always fascinating. 

The man shrugged it off. “Maybe.” 

“See the man on the right across from us.” The man follows your train of sight. “Mm.” 

“Totally hooking up with the bartender from here.” 

The man laughs before he replies, “that would be his wife but clearly to a regular here I could see how it may rub off the wrong way.” 

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.” Laughter is shared, the man carrying himself so easily around you. Surprisingly, he made you feel safe, things were easy around him. You felt stupid for thinking such things because you barely knew him but he made you feel so… comfortable.

The man seems to tense before he asks, “tell me something.”

You blink. “Tell you what?” 

“Earlier, I said that a few days ago was the first time I had ever seen you.” He hesitates. “But that— That was a lie. I’ve seen you here before with some guy. Are you with him?”

Your eyes widen. So many nights spent at this bar and not once did you notice his presence. It made you wonder what he has witnessed. If he held some residence here, and if it wasn’t his first time he ever saw you, did he know things about you? Did he know who you were? Had he heard from your conversations here? You couldn’t help but feel awkward about the whole situation. 

The man pulls you out of your thoughts. “Nevermind. That’s actually none of my business. I was just curious is all. You don't have to answer that.” 

“No. No, I don’t.” You say. It bothered you for people to know things about you, especially being that he was a whole stranger. Maybe it was controversial being that you participated in one night stands, but those never required much talking. You also made it a rule to never sleep with the same person twice in order to protect yourself from disgusting men with attachment issues. 

Though you knew better than to continue the conversation you didn’t want a sexy man to slip between your fingers. “I’m not with him.”

He nods, smugly. “Well, I’m sorry if I crossed any boundaries. I was just wondering how someone like you could ever leave this bar alone.”

“Someone like me?” If he was going to flirt with you, you didn’t want him to leave out any details. You liked confidence. “What about me?” 

The man’s shoulders straighten, fixing his posture, establishing confidence. His eyes start checking you out slowly, taking his time as if he hadn’t been for the past two hours. For him, time slipped quickly. Had he made up his mind earlier, he would have made a move on you weeks ago, when he first laid his eyes on you. But he was no type to breakup a happy home. Now that he was sure you wanted him just as bad he didn’t hold himself back. 

“Well, you’re very attractive. But, you knew I was going to say that.” He answers, cocking his head to the side. 

Following his actions, you smirk, “maybe.”

“But you also think I’m attractive.” He says, you can’t help noticing his sitting position. His thighs spread open as if he’s inviting you to lie between them. And perhaps it was the alcohol in your system or it was the stupid smirk on his lips that made you want to throw yourself onto him.

“Maybe.” You reply dryly, he chuckles.

Bringing himself closer, he watches his hand placements carefully making sure they land besides your seat, his mouth falling close to your ear. You push him up very slightly with your pointer finger, your head tilting. “Tell me what you know.” 

His brows furrowed, confusion spreading on his face. “What?” 

“How much have you heard?’, he still doesn’t catch on so you continue, ‘that man you’ve seen me with. Have you ever overheard our conversation?”

He thinks only a little before shaking his head. “No. I don’t even know your name.” 

“Good.” You nod, content. “Tell me what you know about me then. You can’t possibly believe I’ve ever left this place alone.” 

The stranger finally understands what you were suggesting. “I’ve seen you leave a few times with some men from around, though I can tell you didn’t leave satisfied.” 

His response shocks you. “Have you been following me?” 

“I’d never do anything like that,’ he quickly denies, a stern look on his face as he points towards the entrance of the bar, ‘I’ve seen you walk past those doors after hours.” 

“Then you expected me to sleep with you?” You imply, arms crossing.

“No.” He pulls back completely. “You can walk away if this isn't what you want. I’d never force anyone to sleep with me. I’m sorry if I once left that impression.”

As he sits back in his seat, the tension that had been once there disappeared. He’s serious and you believed him. 

“No, I’m sorry,’ you pause looking for the right words, ‘you never left that impression. I just assumed from past experiences.” 

He didn’t seem pleased to hear that. “I’m sorry. I would never do such a thing.” 

You nod, what's the worst that could happen, you thought to yourself. “So, you still would fuck me, right?” Hope is still in your system.

He grins immediately laughing, shaking his head in disbelief, even you couldn’t comprehend the words coming out your mouth. 

Then he casually asks, “Do you want to see my cat?”

~~

Apparently, coming to see a cat had nothing to do with the actual domestic pet species. But it did have something to do with the messy situation between your legs. 

The man became something you only thought to ever see in your dreams. His lips kissing everywhere, pressing you harder into the bed he claimed to sleep in. Usually, you wouldn’t let a guy do that for long but he was so good with his lips. 

A gentle bite was made against your neck, driving a moan out of you. “Fuckkk. You’re so good with that mouth.” 

The man laughed, confident in himself. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby”

It didn’t take long for both of you to be stripped out of your clothes. 

“Are you uh— clean?” You question, considering your safety. 

He nods. “You?” 

You nod, spreading your legs, his eyes glistening, licking his lips before he shoved his face into your dripping cunt. The man nearly made out with your pussy making sure every part of it received love, his tongue flicking your clit mercilessly, before nibbling it gently. 

“You taste like honey.” His voice is raspy, vibrating throughout your walls.

Moans slipping from your tongue. “Fuckkk —nghh. Right there.”

His hands keep your legs open solely as if for his own pleasure. You feel the tip of his nose press against your clit, trying to drink up every bit of you. Your legs become a shaking mess. 

He comes up, eyes blown out clearly enjoying himself just as much as you were. You bite your lips at the mess you created. His hands travel down looking up for your approval which you are quick to accept. Carefully, he slips a finger within you. The necklace he wore around his neck dangles over you. This sight itself could make you come. 

“You’re so tight. ‘S sexy.” His eyes hood, watching you react to the second finger. “So fucken tight.”

This scene was not common for him either. The man you’d later come to know as Jungkook, never ate out any of the women he slept with. He made it clear to them he was there for one thing and one thing only but you, you had been different. He loved how responsive you became, the mess you created only for his eyes to enjoy. The chemistry you easily shared, Jungkook hadn’t been attracted to anyone like this in years. 

You whine, as he continues to scissor his fingers deep within your pussy, quickly finding your sweet spot. “I’ll come like this if you keep going.” Your voice was weak, desperate for release. 

He smirks, maintaining his pace. “Go ahead baby. I can take it.” 

Baby, that fucking word was driving you crazy. Typically, it would turn you off, but coming from his lips, it sounded rich, needy. He’s everything you wished for.

The man retracts his fingers burying his face between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. He isn’t as sweet as last time, this time he was on a mission. His teeth grazing your bud before flattening his tongue licking it with grand purpose. 

Your fingers got entangled in his fluffy hair guiding him although he didn’t need much help. The man was talented with his tongue, you could only imagine what his cock could do. 

“I’m gonna come.” You warn, he doesn’t move tugging at his soft curls. 

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart.” He coos, attached to your wet folds. Your high came fast but he made sure to take all of it in. 

You desperately tug him up, tasting yourself on his lips, a smile forming between kisses. His arms tangling with yours, hard cock pressing between your sex. 

“Condom.” You both manage to say at the same time breathless, smiling at the coincidence. 

The man doesn’t take long tearing the wrapper with his teeth, quick to conceal his manhood. 

There is a second shared, almost as if he’s allowing you to back out if this wasn’t what you wanted, but you made it clear to him it was all you would think of for the next three weeks to come. 

“Fuck me. Please.” You coo reassuring the man, propping up to peck his swollen lips. He nods, lining himself up with your entrance. He’s careful, slow, a sigh coming from both of your lips as he stuff himself entirely. “Fuckkk. You’re huge.”

“I’ll go slow.” He whispers, his hand caressing your side. You shake your head, “I can take it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

The man almost growls hearing the vulgar words coming from your mouth, as he starts to pick up his pace. Even with the rubber on his dick, you could still feel every ridge stretching your pussy out. The back of your thighs smacking against his, the room filled with your scent driving him insane. Your moans started queuing up with his. “This feels so good. Ohh…”

He grips the back of your thighs holding them at an angle to plunge deeper into you. The man smirks, watching your lips tremble at the new sensation. 

“Touch your clit for me, baby.” He rasps, sweat starts forming on his forehead, eyes fierce licking his dry lips. “Show me what this sweet pussy can do for me.” 

Following his demand, your fingers find your clit, instantly driving a high pitched moan out. You were definitely overstimulated but you never wanted it to end. Rubbing a bit faster, your walls pulsed around his dick. 

“That’s it baby.” He almost mirros your fucked out expression, his tongue brushes your neck, nipping below your ear. “You are so close, I can feel it.” He whines, feeling your tight pussy suck him in. 

“I’m gonna come again.” Your fingers start shaking trying your best to keep up with his strokes but you do no justice, his stamina was crazy. His hands grab your wrists, pinning them against the bed, preventing you from touching yourself any further. A whine slips from your lips, “that’s no fucken fair.” You pout.

He smiles, stealing a kiss. In the moment, he almost grows fond of you. “I got you, baby. Relax.” 

You did exactly as told. The man drives himself out of the mess between your legs only to slam right back in. He slips with ease hitting your g-spot repeatedly, never taking his eyes off your stuffed cunt. Moans coming from you both, you felt the urge to feel him even closer, desperately clinging to his mouth. 

The pressure in your stomach felt unbearable in the best way possible, you moaned into him, “ohh, right there please fuck.”

The man popped off your mouth, spit falling between your lips. “You close baby?” His eyes seemed soft for a second, but that didn’t stop his throbbing cock deep within you.

You only nod, his hands carefully releasing your wrists. “Go ahead angel.” He coos, gently catching your chin, a graceful pace within you. “Come for me.”

The pressure is enough to make you see all sorts of colors. Loudly, you become undone, arching off the bed. Everything becomes numb as he chases his own nut, his dimples deepening as his mouth forms an ‘oh’ shape. He’s extremely close himself. 

“Come on me.” You whisper. He looked almost unsure, but didn’t have to be told twice. He pulls away almost too suddenly, snatching off the rubber as he spilt himself on your stomach. The man made sure to release every last drop of his sperm, then caught his breath, pushing the hair stuck to his forehead back. You didn’t think it was possible but he looked even sexier than before. 

You sat in silence for a bit, trying to gain sense of life. The sex was just that good. That scared you more than anything. 

The man brought a towel to clean you off, keeping distance to allow you some sort of intimate privacy. 

There was a lot of confusion on his face as he watched you racing to put your clothes back on. 

“Why are you moving so fast?” He questions, almost sounding hurt. He wasn’t even sure if he was. “You can stay here for a bit. Rest a little more before you go.”

You instantly shake your head, slipping into your heels, tucking your messy tangled hair into place as best you could. “Thanks. For the sex. I’ll see myself out.” 

He manages to put on sweatpants before he runs to take your wrist gently in his hand. You look down at his hold then look into his eyes. “I didn’t even get your name.” 

“You won’t be needing it.” You reply, this time he didn’t chase after you watching you slip from his fingers. 

He knew it didn’t end there, and maybe you were hoping it didn’t either.

--

a.n: i love this couple, they are so cute can't wait till they fall deeply in love

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Rindou x gn reader

A/n: Inspiration from that one spongebob episode

Genre: Crack

April fools special

“Baby can you bring me whiskey on the rocks” Rindou spoke to you from your spot on the coach, his eyes were glued to the computer screen typing away at some important Bonten work.

“Oh sure hun, urmmm how many ice cubes do you want?”

“ I don’t know three?”

Rindou was a bit confused by the oddly specific question but was way too sucked into his work to ask about it.

Walking over to the alcohol cart you poured the desired brown drink into the small glass cup and the ice cube, then walked over to his place at his desk handing it to him.

“Here you go Rin” you brightly smiled

He give his thanks to you and brought the glass to his lips and taking a sip of the strong beverage.

But he soon paused when he heard your horrible attempted at stifling your laughter.

He looked up at you and saw you had your face buried in your hands and your shoulders violently shook with laughter.

Slowly putting his drink down Rindou threw a glare at you.

“Y/n….. what the hell did you do to my drink” he asked in an annoyed tone

“ n-nothing Rin! wh-why would you assume I’d d-do such an awful thing” you tried your best to sound convincing and serious but failed horribly.

“Y/n…. “ He warned, this time his voice is low and holds more authority much like the voice he uses when he’s with Bonten.

Not being able to contain your laughter anymore you finally blurted it out

“APRIL FOOLS FOOL!!! YOU ASKED FOR THREE ICE CUBES BUT I ONLY PUT ONE!” You loudly laughed doubling down and holding on to your stomach.

Rindou let out a sigh of relief, feeling content that you didn’t do something actually horrendous like put laxatives in his drink .

Although it was the most stupidest prank to ever exist Rindou couldn’t help but gently smile at your amusement of it.

[spikybanana]

get to know me: tag game

tysm for the tag @mkaugust <3<3!! I loved these questions

Relationship status - *error: field does not exist in database* *system has been thrown into infinite loop* (me + romantic relationship is not making sense in head and I'm overthinking now, don't mind me XD)

Favourite colour - I'm on a bit of a navy blue/black kick recently :3

Favourite food - idk actually. I don't spend enough time thinking about food ahaha. I say "rice" whenever my brother asks this question and it annoys him so much, it's so cute. ("what do you mean just rice?? you've got to be lying!")

Song stuck in your head - OKAY LOOK, I'm actually proud of figuring this out: this is always the song I paused on before going to do something else, and if I go back to listen to the song the whole way through, it stops being stuck in my head. (right now it's Over & Over by Fleetwood Mac)

Last thing you googled - "where does nietzsche say if truth exists it doesn't matter to me" IDK I'm trying to pull an essay out of thin air here D;

Time - 21:05, on the whole a very sane hour to be on tumblr?

Dream trip - drop. me. in. the. middle. of. tibet. and. I. will. live. there. forever. (yes yes college hippie urge to abandon society etc it's true I admit it)

Last book/fic you read - I'm slowlyyy listening to Crime and Punishment atm? and last book I finished was Nietzsche's the Gay Science which is like, idk WHY I do this to myself. he just makes me want to bang my head on the table. And uhhh I really haven't had mental space to read a good long fic recently it's so sad!! I can't wait for holidays when I can spend 2 whole days thinking about nothing else and sink my whole body and soul into a story lol

Last book you enjoyed - I actually really like Crime and Punishment. but also: Worlds of Exile and Illusion by Ursula Le Guin

Last book you hated - Dune. I hated reading it so much really could not stand the prose sorry:((( I rly hope my own sci fi au doesn't read like that haha...

Favourite thing to cook/bake - I'm a rly impatient cook so recently it's a simple spicy soy sauce soup noodles. it's so quick and warm and tastes of home :)

Favourite craft to do in your free time - >:) *inserts my origami sideblog* again, haven't gotten around to anything seriously cool recently but I love a little modular origami/kusudama

Most niche dislikes - (august I stole the beverages theme) idk if this counts but I always go "heh?" when people call bubble tea "boba tea" ahahaha this is so dumb & there's like NO reason at all I don't know why it irks me so much

Opinion on circuses - ...? (I don't... think I know anything about modern day circuses but I suspect it's the sort of thing that could send me into an existential spiral lmao)

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what’s the worst way you’ve gotten lost? - oooh you know what, I'm pretty good with maps and am quite proud of it haha, I did the directions for dad when I was 11 and we had like a week long road trip. that's not to say I've not had the dumbest way of getting lost though— was on a multi-day camping hiking trip this summer and literally FORGOT to bring a map, which is still fine as long as I had my phone but then MY PHONE DIED in the middle of a really fucking long day and then there was a military zone diversion and I couldn't find the fucking path and had to trek on the ROADS for like 2 hrs but then this rly nice man gave me a lift to the next town and all was well.

no pressure tagging: @shipsgaysfordays @whywcd @everythingbutcoldfire @lavenderandliliesx @fonkeloog

[prometheanglory]

hi i gotta annoy u so strap urself in bc uve got a big storm coming now: 🤥☕💢🌱🌌👖🎀🖍☄💗 for flint pls :]

good evening and morning and whatever time else exists in between to the bluntcut twink lovers

🤥LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?

flint is a very honest man and doesn’t like jutting away from the truth….. however that means nothing in the face of the quality of his lies. he’s not a bad liar or a super adept one, but he can get by. it’s aided by his honest and straightforward reputation, who would ever suspect that flint’s lie of omission is him evading the truth rather than his usual unchatty self? it’s a trait that he and chase both share but flint tries to omit less than chase, unless he deems it absolutely necessary… and what proves necessary is usually trying to cover other people’s tracks.

he’s not too proud to avoid admitting to his deception. often is the case that he’ll be the first to concede, because his moral compass demands the utmost truth and its repercussions.

☕ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

he’s a fan of hot drinks!! but its not rly quantifiable bc he’s only fond of like. 2-3 hot drinks, but he likes those substantially more than he likes other drinks… so technically this counts as a preference.

his favorite drink is a black coffee, but nobody can really contest the quality of plain old water!

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

flint is… an incredibly intense guy. while it’s not born from a place of perceived superiority or malicious intent, it still comes off as pretty demanding and harsh. actually, in general — his harshness is something that takes a lot of either leeway or patience to get through, because he really doesn’t cut corners on what he wants to say.

it’s not a ‘hot’ kind of intensity either, it’s more of a… constant looming pressure that he’s not going to ease up any time soon. he’s a stick in the mud and is pretty apathetic to most things if they don’t immediately concern something in his circle. there really isn’t much use in trying to rile him up either because flint is very adept at shunting people off of him.

i’d also consider his very… seriously boring personality to be something most ppl have to get acclimated to? he really doesn’t have a lot of strong or profound interests and he doesn’t really express himself all that much either. flint’s just really lacking in a lot of reactions. he’s about as animated as a rock on a good day. a really serious rock.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

i think he’d remember one of his first meetings with berkeley (and subsequently chase)! flint wasn’t too keen on making friends willynilly, however berkeley did help flint in his early days of being in the ridge of willows!

by that, i mean when flint was still the new kid in school, a kid would routinely pick on him and eventually stuck a wad of gum in his hair…. berkeley decided to help flint by chasing, then tackling, and holding the kid down after flint decided that he’d had enough and finally went after him to kick his ass purple (keep in mind, they (berk and flinth had barely spoken more than 5 words to each other at this point in time). they both got a very stern talking to and suspended from school for a few days. they should’ve both been around 11-12 at this point. they were on respectable but still not-quite speaking terms after that, but grew closer with time :]

flint’s trademark choppy hair is actually from that same incident! after he decided to cut more of his hair in the boy’s bathroom of the school to get the gum out (scissors were from chase, who decided to stay out of it, but saw it unfold bc berkeley suddenly took off running down the school yard). the hairstyle has since become more refined and evened-out, but in it’s early stages it was very…. jagged.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

(pulls out my giant notepad) where to begin……. WELL. HE’S BASED OFF OF THE HUNTSMAN’S RIFLE (from bambi)…. and from the beginning he was always made with the ‘faithful yet stern number two’ in mind! even before i made him into the vice dorm-head, he kinda just had the vibe of ‘always tailing authority’.

he was meant to be straightforward and a bit of a menace… largely playing off of how bullets r supposed to go forward and generally speaking, most ppl and animals go out of their way to evade being shot. steely bc guns are steel. well-put-together bc the rifle’s a machine… a slight refined/sleek edge to him… not someone who just brute forces his way through or to be seen as someone who’s just brash and violent 🤔 he’s been a focused and sharp guy from the start! super precise! this man’s made of steel! granted, his original draft had him as someone who was much more intense when he wasn’t minding his tongue, however i personally prefer the tone that implies flint’s intensity is always present instead of being hair-trigger.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

outside of a school setting… feel like flint’s a business-casual…. but moreso casual than business. he’s pretty simple overall, actually.

leans towards lighter colors and he’s okay with a subtle-print on his clothes. not much of a sweater/sweatshirt guy, but he can appreciate a button-up. pair that with straight leg pants? slim-fit pants? he goes light on accessories — so an old wrist watch (brown?) and a simple leather belt (also brown?). shoe-wise, he’s fine with his worn pairs of boots or sneakers, but flint’s not really one to wear loafers out casually.

on the instances you catch him on a much more casual or… grossly humid/hot day, chances are he hasn’t resorted to shorts yet — but he’s wandering around somewhere in cargo pants and an a-shirt or tanktop (probably with a flannel thrown on for modesty’s sake) with the same old raggedy boots or sneakers.

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

HE FITS IN EVERYTHING BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!!!! and i can’t rly think of. anything he couldn’t be adapted into except maybe a really certain breed of romance and melodrama as a protag or even the love interest, just because he’s um. not cut out for that. he is going to ruin the moment of angst bc he doesn’t have time for that wishy-washiness. either way, rot dictates that he suits a lot of more action-based aus more just bc flint is just . truly a man of his ways and marching right on ahead.

spins the magical wheel of aus in my head and ummmm how abt we delve into: …apocalypse au? (puts on my world building hat) i’m gonna make it into apocalypse/post-apocalypse of some sort. both some kind of nuclear fallout and catastrophic amounts of rain.

flint feels like he’s not the type to do anything wreckless? he prefers to keep large quantities of people safe and in one place, instead of just wandering around or fighting senselessly.

i feel like the stagrove five are all part of a little rough-around-the-edges but nonetheless organized and capable stronghold? situated in a run-down clump of warehouses, it has since been overrun and reclaimed as a standalone city. not everyone in the stronghold is ‘strictly’ associated with the group running the city (stagrove) but they’re all pretty keen on stagrove’s presence, so they play by their rules. seldom do the people in the stronghold venture out, however visitors have always been permitted… but as far as the eye can see, anyone from outside the stronghold is being carefully surveyed. it’s an incredibly self-sufficient city that maintains an aggressively neutral stance on many matters of all groups. they take no allies, but they make no enemies. they want to be left out of the bigger picture, really.

anywho, spiel aside — flint is the second head of the stronghold city. he has a wide expanse of jobs, but most of them are best understood as ‘maintenance and welfare of the stronghold’ meaning that he handles most internal affairs. new construction, expenses, defenses and security, citizen health, ordinances, etc… while it seems that flint is largely barred from being out in the field due to the nature of his responsibilities, it is through the careful organization of stagrove and its shockingly adept network that he has eyes posted everywhere to lock in on threats and suspicious affairs accordingly.

bureaucracy crazies aside, flint also acts as an emergency medic. you know. for when there aren’t enough hands around (jesus how many jobs do you have). and somehow, outside of his already gargantuan list of reputations and careers, the thing most people know him for in the stronghold is that he is ALSO an inactive sniper for the stagrove. he doesn’t have much reason to be a sharpshooter anymore because of his other jobs (and he already made sure that the other stagrove bros are as adept, so they can handle crises without him) but there’s been plenty of offhanded incidents that speak for itself about his precision, and dedication to running a tight ship otherwise. he doesn’t like trouble in his part of ‘town’ you know 🤧

🖍 CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

………………uh. hm. uh. err. how about “please be more sensitive to other people’s feelings so that they know you’re not trying to beat their ass black and blue when you try to critique them”……….? or maybe try to give other people more leeway to do their own thing because you can only be so right up to a certain point yknow 😭

☄ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

he’s a stone-faced bitch and he’s as bossy as it gets. are they right? absolutely.

rather than the hot-headed and cruel image that people might draw up for a scary disciplinary… flint is cool in the head. he has a very strict code of discipline and morals, and while laxer on other’s morals, he tolerates absolutely no slacking when it comes to self-regulation and responsibilities. he wants the best for others and doesn’t shy away from a proper rap on the knuckles if they refuse to help themselves… but maybe that speaks to his self-righteous tendencies as well.

granted, as bossy as he is, flint is pretty emotionally mature otherwise. he’s not too proud to admit that he oversteps, and to applogize accordingly. he makes ends meet and tries to communicate things clearly and directly… but if that means be seen as bitchy, then so be it. he’s not set out to be some overtly macho and aggressive aficionado but if others don’t get that then that’s their problem.

💗 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

i wish i could say something more traditionally sweet and romantic for this, but. i really can’t. though you could say that keeping pace with flint is what makes his heart race!

what i’m rly getting at is that there shouldn’t be much of a gap in drive or intensity — if he makes a move, there should be the metaphorical clack of a footstep right after him. protecting people doesn’t make his heart race because he’s keeping others safe, it’s the specific notion of going head-to-head that makes it exhilarating. it keeps him on his feet and makes him pretty… bold actually, if they’re doing enough to make flint hone in on keeping up with their tempo.

it doesn’t actually need to be so physical of a competition, if anything, the mental aspect catches him more. it’s not a race of out-doing each other but kinda just getting swung up in the tango of who can keep up the pace of ‘one-step-ahead’. it’s a game just for the two of them :-) he’s got a refined appreciation for the stalwart heart and steadfast spirit

[the-bau-quinjet]

Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

-

"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

-

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

-

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

-

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

-

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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For the,,,,the thing u just rb’ed, number 2/the second option and the hot beverages one !!!! with,,,kuroo hina and osamu

(you don’t have to do all 3 or both options btw !!!💛💛💝💝 if your doing 1 pick whichever u like and if ur only doing 1-2 charas also pick whichever I’m down for anything 😌✨)

my fever induced brain will provide u with them ALL bcos ILYSM AND BCOS I HAD FUN THINGS FOR ALL OF THEM

Kuroo, Hinata and Osamu headcanons!

Kuroo Tetsurou

songs on the ipod: la la la - area21, maybe IDK - jon bellion and definitely also dustbowl dance by mumford and sons!! idk i think he's very ranged in music and it all depends on mood!

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: kenma's streaming/gaming room. sometimes it annoys kenma and he just starts streaming with kuroo drooling in the bg LMFAO

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: you know what? MARIO KART, spent his entire childhood mourning that kenma's always better and teasing him so he fucking. he practiced mario kart just to beat kenma once (1). he's better than anyone else in hq

the emoticon they'd use most often: (ง •ૅ౪•᷄)ว this one makes everyone in the groupchat groan and he loves it

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: annoying, like. he's throwing snarky comments left and right but if you ever do it back he pouts and gets all emotional, "babe you know i can serve but not receive rn"

preferred hot beverage: coffee. but like, at this point its milk with coffee bcos he found out how much better he liked that over black coffee.

comfort/self care when in a slump: his friends, definitely. and going for walks to clear his head

what they wanted to be when they grew up: kuroo was a classic, he wanted to be the person to invent water (later he decided on 'a cool scientist')

favorite kind of weather: sunny, windy weather! like summer, but there's a breeze to shake things up

their singing voice: terrible most of the time because he's a bit insecure about his singing voice - classic clown mentality: if he sings badly on purpose, no one teases him about singing terribly. (when he tries though, it's very lovely and gruff, when he sings you lullabies it's very calming)

what they like to draw/doodle: vegetables! he once wanted to be "a drawer ("tetsu, do u mean an artist?", "yeah but one that draws!" - kuroo, 5 years old) and drew every vegetables they had at home at all times, so he's very good at it, actually.

Hinata Shoyou

songs on the ipod: fever - dongkiz, dance monkey - tones and i + earthquake by family force 5. they're all amazing to work out to, for the days he does it solo

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: the train !! like. he goes ALL OUT during practice and matches that sometimes he doesn't even realize how tired he is before he sits down in the train. this has become such a bad habit that he's started texting some of his teammates "i'm in the train now!! supposed to get off in 28 minutes!!" and they all desperately call him after 26 minutes

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: i love hinata.. so much... but that dude cannot play games for shit either bcos a) the controls confuses him if its a video game or b) his pokerface is NON EXISTENT. he's got solid luck in ludo, tho!

the emoticon they'd use most often: Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ nishinoya once told him that emoticon was SO him and he hasnt stopped using it since high school

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: pouty. he's all slumped and sleepy, constantly have to shake him out of it and remind him to focus on any task otherwise he just takes a nap standing FJSDKFDS

preferred hot beverage: cappucinos! he's not allowed anywhere near them, though. if you think he's energic on a normal day? try him after he's chucked down one of these bad boys

comfort/self care when in a slump: phone calls! he calls home and talks to his little sister or his mom (if natsu isn't home) or bokuto to get a peptalk!

what they wanted to be when they grew up: astronaut! he's always dreamt of flying higher, even before vball took over his brain

favorite kind of weather: warm, summer days! the ones where you're barely able to lift a finger, he feels its doubly rewarding going for a run during those days

their singing voice: hinata can reach a very lovely falsetto! he's not always clean tho, so it doesn't always sound too good if he doesn't concentrate (if he ever got singing lessons he'd be lovely in a choir!)

what they like to draw/doodle: planets, stars and asteroids! thats his go to

Miya Osamu

songs on the ipod: heartless - the fray, the spectre - alan walker, let her go - passenger. i feel like osamus music taste is a blend of calm, semi-pop old man and light techno (if it goes too hard tho he skips it)

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: the bathroom... FJKSHFJKSF like boy sometimes overwork himself, especially early onigiri miya days.. so its like. HIS time aKFSSDKNC knocking on the door slightly concerned wakes him up with a grunt, "uh, was waiting for the shower to get warm!", "for 45 minutes!?"

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: bomberman! he and atsumu's spent ungodly hours playing that as children and hes PERFECTED IT - when atsumu once told msby with his chest puffed out, hinata's eyes lit up and demanded that osamu should try and beat kenma (and he DID)

the emoticon they'd use most often: ༼⌐■ل͟■༽ atsumu hates this one. he knows this

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: he's irritable. he's grumpy and his fuse is short - its best to give him space when he's at his worst but cuddle him after he's calmed back down

preferred hot beverage: green tea! one that is a good blend bittersweet!

comfort/self care when in a slump: making food for the ones he loves. the simple act gives him renewed energy and seeing you eat his food with a smile on his face gets his mood right back up!!!

what they wanted to be when they grew up: ok.. as a little dude they once visited like. a super classic american diner-themed restaurent and he thought the waitresses were SO COOL when they went and wiped tables.. so he wanted to be a table wiper... FILSJFJKJBGFDNGS

favorite kind of weather: those fall days where the cold is biting u just a bit,,, yea he lives for that. it's not so cold that he's freezing his ass off but it's refreshing

their singing voice: osamus voice is... the BEST gruff, deep voice like give him a country song and he ACES it

what they like to draw/doodle: his go-to is the legend of zelda triforce! its a very good, mindless shape and he can make thousands of them while waiting on a call or while its quiet in his restaurant!!!!

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I HOPE U ENJOYED THESE BBY <33333 they may not be entirely in character bcos my brain is made of snot KFJSKFNSK but they were so fun!!!! <3333 (insert all emojis bcos im on pc HDFJSKNSF)